Pausing the Dawn of Life

by Heather Prior   Oct 14, 2005


A black love wishes for a smoky moonlight.
Hating the dawn becomes a wish for a moonlight dream.
The wish for a a black dawn is like the hate in the air.
Love wishes for a pause in the dawn of life.
The dream of moonlight pauses the dawn of life.

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